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The dream jumped several times. During this period, Mr. Wei was pushed in in a wheelchair by the young man and thanked Wu Ling.

He looked like he might be ninety or a hundred years old, with a lot of age spots and wrinkles, his eyes were a little cloudy, and his speech was not very clear.

This was the first time I took a closer look at this old man, and suddenly I felt familiar.

Mr. Wei was not able to speak clearly, so he let the young man next to him express what he meant.

Wu Ling definitely knew Mr. Wei's identity, so they didn't need to introduce themselves. I stared at Mr. Wei for a long time, and then listened to the young man's story, and gradually compared Mr. Wei with an old gentleman in my memory.

"...We didn't know that he had suffered from schizophrenia more than thirty years ago. He hid it very well. The other two personalities...the other two personalities were his deceased wife and his deceased wife. The three personalities know each other's existence and live in peace, and they have a tacit understanding to hide it from us." The young man smiled bitterly, "In several activities, painting exhibitions and art exhibitions, they behaved normally. He has received the same artistic education and has no problem with his knowledge. When he needs to paint on the spot, he can hide his old age very well. "

The young man said this with great helplessness.

Mr. Wei also showed a sad expression.

"Mr. Wei is very satisfied with that kind of life, as if his wife and son are still with him and the family is still together. But as he grows older, he has some health problems of the elderly, and his memory and thinking have begun to decline. , the split personality is a bit out of control. In addition, art..." The young man looked at Mr. Wei and said thoughtfully, "Mr. Wei's original artistic style is relatively ethereal. You may have heard that he is most famous. One ink painting is "Fairy Mountain", and there is another representative oil painting "Dream in Wonderland". The scene design he helped the great director Constance also tended to be in this style. But after some confusion in his thinking, he imagined in his mind. Things become weird... You also saw the monster that day. We consulted a psychiatrist, and it may be that he was influenced by other personalities, so he imagined things that were not in line with his usual thinking. "

Wu Ling listened quietly and said nothing.

Mr. Wei suddenly said: "I don't want them to disappear."

The young man quickly added: "Mr. Wei hopes to be with his wife and children forever, even if it is in a special form. What you did that day suppressed his fantasy and seemed to suppress his other personalities. Mr. Wei said: This is very distressing. I wonder if there is a way to get the best of both worlds?”

Wu Ling frowned and asked, "Do you think Mr. Wei's fantasy is just his own idea?"

"No, of course not. We understand that there are influences from the other two personalities. Mr. Wei just hopes that he can still be with his wife and children." The young man was vague and deliberately ignored the key to Wu Ling's question.

Wu Ling shook his head, "What I suppressed was Mr. Wei's soul, so that his soul could stabilize and no longer have thoughts that affect reality. I don't understand psychological diseases. But if both of Mr. Wei's personalities are suppressed, Suppression, this proves that those two things are not Mr. Wei’s split personality.”

Mr. Wei in the wheelchair suddenly became excited, patted the armrest and said something.

The young man comforted Mr. Wei and said with some warning: "Miss Wu, Mr. Wei cherished his deceased wife and son very much. Please be careful when using your words."

Wu Ling shook his head, "You misunderstood. There was only one ghost I saw, the one I saw at the door of the villa. Now, I didn't see that ghost next to Mr. Wei. Is that ghost Mr. Wei's? Son, I can't confirm. I have never met Mr. Wei's son before. So, whether the situation Mr. Wei encountered is that he has schizophrenia, or the ghosts of his wife and children are lingering in the world, or it is something else, I can't know now. Sure."

Mr. Wei was excited again.

The young man held the back of Mr. Wei's hand and looked at Wu Ling, "Miss Wu, you can make any request. As long as Mr. Wei can satisfy it, you will definitely agree."

Wu Ling looked at Mr. Wei and shook his head again, "He is too weak. It was already very difficult to complete the previous soul-suppressing. If he does anything else, he may not be able to complete the spell, and he will die."

Mr. Wei was very anxious, "It doesn't matter, as long as we meet once, even if it means death. I want to see them..."

He suddenly burst into tears.

Wu Ling hesitated, "I can't guarantee that you can see them..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is a chance." Mr. Wei said word by word.

The young man patted Mr. Wei on the back and said something to Wu Ling.

The dream began to fast forward again.

The scene changes from a hospital to a living room.

Everything in the living room was moved away, leaving a vacant space.

The old man and the young man of the Wu family are still there, but the other three are missing.

Wu Ling drew a formation on the ground.

I don't recognize these, but I can tell to some extent that this is a fresh formation that I haven't seen before.

This time the formation was a little bloody.

I saw a pig and a sheep tied up next to them.

Wu Ling drew the formation, covered in sweat, and asked people to put the pigs and sheep into the formation. With a sharp knife, he directly beheaded the two unconscious beasts.

Blood sprayed all over Wu Ling's head and face.

She began to dance in circles around the carcasses of pigs and sheep.

Her dance moves are full of primitiveness and wildness, a bit like the primitive people in the documentary swinging their bodies around a campfire.

This shouldn't be the Master Dance. As far as I know, the middle-aged and elderly women who dance the Master shouldn't be able to do such difficult lowering and leg-raising movements.

Wu Ling's dance became more and more wild, and the bones and joints in his body seemed to be able to bend at will.

She suddenly fell to the ground, her eyes rolled white, and her whole body twitched and squirmed forward.

This action was so exaggerated and terrifying that the others couldn't help but step back.

Only Mr. Wei's eyes shone brightly.

Suddenly, Wu Ling stood up without any support.

Also standing up at the same time were the headless pigs and sheep.

Wu Ling's body twisted a few times like a snake.

The corpses of pigs and sheep also began to twist and swell.

Wu Ling suddenly shouted, and with two strokes of the knife in his hand, he split open the belly of the pig and sheep.

Two ghosts, a man and a woman, rolled out from there.

I was stunned.

This scene was beyond my expectation and indeed incredible.

Is this some kind of spiritualism?

It doesn't look like the stuff of our ancestors. No, it should be said, it's not entirely the stuff of our ancestors, nor is it the stuff of the Wu family. This exotic style is too strong.

I'm still in shock about this spell.

Mr. Wei had already burst into tears and shouted two names.

The two souls got up from the ground and looked around blankly. After seeing Mr. Wei, they also started crying.